Reagan had to go to the doctor yesterday because she was sick (sinus infection). She was talking to me about it this afternoon. She told me that last time she went to the doctor, they gave her big medicine, and this time they didn't. I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, which is always the wrong answer. She just says, "Don't you remember?" And I never do.
We moved on to talking about some upcoming appointments of hers. I told her she has to go to the doctor next month for her 4-year-old checkup, which she's excited about since my children are weird and love going to the doctor. The I told her that she gets to go to the dentist the first time.
Reagan: What will they do there?
Me: Count your teeth.
Reagan: And what else?
Me: Clean your teeth.
Reagan: And what else?
Me: That's pretty much it.
Reagan: Aaaaand . . . they'll take out my tooth and put in a gold tooth like Jenny's.
Both girls refer to Jenny's filled cavity as a gold tooth - it's not gold, but they love it. Reagan thinks that automatically happens at the dentist. She'll probably ask for it.
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Maybe I need to have a chat with the girls about how dentists are evil and just want to rip out teeth and replace them with "crowns," which is code for "pain."
Although Catherine says all hoity-toity that "maybe the girls should just go to the dentist more than once every five years" like I do and that maybe then "they won't get giant cavities like" I do.
Which is quitter talk.
Sorry -- the point is that I wish Jenny DID have a gold tooth. Reagan, too. It's the cool thing to do.
Don't tell Catherine that I didn't go to the dentist for about 10 years after I had my wisdom teeth removed - up until the point Jenny had to go. And Jenny and I are 1 1/2 years late for our dentist appointment. I finally scheduled it so that we could take Reagan.
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